Some might mourn the fact of being born in a time of crisis, but if I am reading the tombstones right, I am certain there is always a crisis.
Forging new territory is hard. It takes work and effort, sometimes walking blind, not knowing where to step next.
I pray it is “not long” before the virus is over, but even more importantly before the virus of racism is eradicated from our souls.
Justice, mercy and humility: That's how we can take care of each other. It is what God requires of us.
The extraordinary comes because Jesus is present in the ordinary.
We are His praying partners to care for the least, the last, the lost and the lonely.
No one would deny that today we are in a state of trouble which causes worry and anxiety.
Change can bring feelings of fear and uncertainty, even if it is for our own good.
The church, the collective body made up of anyone believing in Christ, has never been closed, and shall never be closed.
If carefully studied and understood, I imagine all those before us yearned for answers to life’s most challenging questions.
What a comfort to know we serve a God whose presence is 24-7-365.
Fear can turn into panic, while faith drives us to freedom.
This pandemic is for a limited time, part of His plan for our lives, and He is in control.
God has given this miracle called life and has placed it in our hands.
“Fill my cup, Lord. I lift it up, Lord.” Songwriter Richard Blanchard, Sr., popularized these lines in the 1970s and they still echo true many years later.